Random I-Know-It’s-Not-Monday Monday
• My friend Michelle at Applie’s Place interviewed me last week about the Best Pencil Sharpener Ever. Check it out.
• Jim had shoulder surgery last week, so I am now taking care of 2 kids and a big baby. Poor guy. Poor me. Mostly Poor Me. So that’s what I’ve been doing instead of blogging, in case all four of you who still read over here were wondering.
We bought a recliner for $157 at Big Cheap Furniture Store so he could be more comfortable when he sleeps. If you know me in real life, you know that I think recliners are maybe the ugliest piece of furniture ever invented and that I died a little when we brought it in the house.
He sat in the recliner for 14 minutes before deeming it “uncomfortable.”
And now I have a $157 recliner in my bedroom. Mocking me with it’s cheap ugliness.
• TLC debuted a new show last night about another polygamist family called My Five Wives.
I love the polygamy shows. I don’t know what my problem is. I can’t get enough. They never tell me what I really want to know, though. Like how do they divide up the money? What do they do for a living? Are the non-legal wives all on welfare?
• Brad Pitt cut his hair! OhMyGosh! OhMyGosh! Oh….. who cares.
• So I was watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey the other night and one of the girls was “facing her fears.” And that got me to thinking
— Listen, don’t laugh. There are a lot of life lessons to be learned from The Real Housewives. Like that hair extensions mostly look like crap. And that injecting stuff in your face does not generally improve your looks. All kinds of good stuff. —
ANYway, I was thinking WHY do people feel compelled to face their fears? I am afraid of stuff, and I don’t see any reason to do anything about it. Like, I really hate roller coasters. They are scary. I don’t plan on going on one ever again, and I don’t see any reason to force myself to go on one. I HAVE gone on them, and all it’s done is reaffirm my desire to not do that. I mean, it’s not like avoiding roller coasters is interfering with living my life. Same with jumping out of airplanes. Not gonna do it. That’s just stupid (sorry, all you plane-jumper-outer-people, it is).
If I had a fear of raw hamburger, maybe I’d try to do something about it. Or maybe I’d just not cook with hamburger. Who knows? One time I saw a documentary on hamburger, and it put me off so bad, I didn’t cook with it for 2 years. We all survived. I made chili and spaghetti sauce with quinoa. Guess how much Jim loved that? (answer: I now make spaghetti sauce with hamburger.)
I don’t know what I’m carrying on about. Sorry. The point here is that all y’all need to a) watch Real Housewives with me, and b) stop worrying about facing your fears.
There you go. Life Lessons from Deb. I feel like I need some kind of Dr. Phil-ish catch phrase here.
Yeah. I got nothin’.
Monday Tuesday, y’all!